Last night I had a dream- Where a little girl came walking down the lane… In her hand she held flowers And told me that they’re not for sale… I smiled at her, Thinking that is what she expected to see, But she looked at her flowers and said, “Fake smiles they can never […]Read More Last night I had a dream
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,100 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 18 trips to carry that many people. Click here to see the […]Read More Annual Review report 2015 from WordPress for my blog!
The Shining is a confirmation of the concept – ‘resident evil’. The photograph of a ball dated 4th July, 1921 where Jack Nicholson is seen is the proof of it. Let’s take backward steps to see how it all fits in: Jack Torrance (Jack Nicholson) dies in the maze, trying to murder his son Danny. […]Read More Ending of Stanley Kubrick’s “The Shining” – a personal observation
My heart beats can be counted, my pulses can be checked, my life can be measured but how to assess, deconstruct the storm inside? My first identity to the rest of the world is that I am an Indian. But is it the same with the rest of my fellow Indians? Why, today, I have […]Read More I am an Indian
My dearest, my dream-catcher, How you manage to weave a dream for me every time I try to sleep and make me smile is something I need to understand. Not because you do it too well, but because I want to learn how to do the same for you. Here I am, waiting for you. […]Read More Love Letter – 2
When the day begins and you open your eyes, Sleep melts into consciousness… You start walking again on your walk of life Until you find sleep, waiting for you, To soothe your mind… To help you find… What’s there, hidden deep… In the subconsciousness, Where secrets creep… In the dreamy world, Where thoughts reap… And you […]Read More Sleep….
The frescoes show horizons bright, Where it’s adorned with the Holy light, Frenzies talk of the built and the destroyed, And reason with all null and void, The light that leads hides behind a cloud, The nightingales sing with the vultures aloud, The same old sun and the same old moon, Takes turns to bring […]Read More The World…
My Dearest, I sit here tonight, at my usual study desk, in a pensive mood. The wind is playing with the curtains and the moon is out in the sky for her nocturnal walk. I just don’t feel sleepy enough to crawl under my sheets yet. I am thinking of you. I have been thinking […]Read More Love Letter – 1
Famous Indian playwright, Mahesh Dattani, has played a key role in opening my eyes to the sordid truths that lie in the depths of our Indian society. I love his plays and have learnt many new things about the taboos that rule supreme in the Indian ideological paraphernalia. As a Nation, we are too stereotyped […]Read More The Unfortunate Indians
Most teenage dreams are shattered because of the slight differences that they fail to realize, between Love and Infatuation. I found an article on it in http://www.diffen.com/ and felt it is worth sharing. Hope you will enjoy reading this study. Love and Infatuation are both intense emotions that one feels for another person. These feelings are most often confused for […]Read More Where’s the problem?